Anonymous A started this discussion 6 years ago#90,467
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, channers, it's time.
It's time, channers (aight, channers, begin).
Straight out the mini dungeons of rap.
The hen drops deep as does my burrito.
I never flip, 'cause to flip is the niece of vito.
Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined.
I think of love when I'm in a barrie ontario state of mind.
Hope the mosquito got some ito.
My vito don't like no dirty veto.
Run up to the bonito and get the incognito.
In a barrie ontario state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The tiny hen?
You complain about the cold.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the pen.
I'm rappin' to the rod,
And I'm gonna move your god.
Red, smooth, crazy, like a crack
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hack.
I can't take the the cold, can't take the television.
I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no provision.
I'm rappin' to the god,
And I'm gonna move your rod.
Yea, yaz, in a barrie ontario state of mind.
When I was young my niece had a rack.
I waz kicked out without no black.
I never thought I'd see that hack.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my niece's jack.